The snow finally melted, and the road began to become 'tide' and wet. Sheng Yang held Sheng Congsu's hand, but he started to get angry because of going to school in the morning.

"It's so cold, why do you have to go to school?"

“It’s so slippery on the ground, why do you have to go to school?”

"You can't walk, you can't walk, why do you have to go to school?"

The little girl held her father's hand, wore anti-slip shoes, and walked like a little penguin. Sheng Cong Suguang listened to her complaining, but he just didn't let go and said, okay, I don't have to go to kindergarten today. Sheng Yang waited for a long time, but his father still didn't react at all.

So she had to sigh and said, "Dad, you shouldn't let your mom come out today. It's cold and wet."

Sheng Congsu kept sending Sheng Yang out of the villa area. The car sent by the auction house had already parked outside. The little girl said goodbye to her father dejectedly. After thinking about it, she actually instructed: "Take good care of my mother, I'll go home after school."

"Okay, goodbye." Sheng Congsu finally answered her.

Sheng Yang finally waved goodbye, and Sheng Congsu returned. It was seven o'clock in the morning. Song Ru, I had not woken up yet. My black hair gently pounced on the snow-white pillow. She was sleeping very well, her lips were slightly open, and her thick and slender eyelashes were gently covering her pale cheeks. It was shocking. The thin arms exposed in her pajamas were sickly dry white.

When it was late at night or when people were dreaming at midnight, Sheng Congsu always knew that it was boring. Song Ru, I was about to die, and I was really dying. Life was fragile every minute and every second, like sand desperately trying to grasp in the palm of my hand. The more I wanted to grasp it, the faster I lost the ground.

Even at the last moment, would she still hide it from her? She thought that she lived in a happy family, had a cute daughter, a husband who loved him, and could wave to anyone or anything.

The truth is too cruel, and it is despicable to hide it from her. Sheng Congsu looked at me calmly, and at this moment, she actually woke up.

She is inconvenient now, and it is difficult to wake up and turn over. Her mind is heavy again, and her eyes suddenly turn red. Sick people are always fragile, especially for Song Ru, who is now. Faced with Sheng Congsu, whom she trusts most, she cannot pretend to be strong.

"What's wrong?" Sheng Congsu "touched" her head: "Where is it uncomfortable?"

Song Ru, I took his hand, Sheng Congsu's hand was warm and wet, and the palm of his hand was slightly curled, which was the trace left by holding a "hair" pen all year round. She put her hand on it and suddenly asked a question: "Sheng Qi, why don't we have a wedding ring?"

In fact, how could there be no wedding ring? It is obvious that there is one. Twenty-year-old Sheng Congsu took the gold jewelry he passed down from his ancestors and asked a craftsman to re-tie a pair of rings. He also engraved the words in the ring: s&w, Qi and me. But he did not dare to wear that pair of rings in the hands of Song Ru, and he still lies in an old red box, lying in the "drawer" in his study.

Sheng Congsu spoke in a slight tone and was very patient: "What ring do you like? Is it okay if you send it to you tomorrow?"

Song Ru, I kept looking at him. Didn’t she know her own body? Even the children had to accommodate her. It was so serious that it was really obvious.

After she woke up, she always felt a breath of breath in her heart when she saw Sheng Congsu. She felt uncomfortable and sad. She probably knew that they had a close relationship, so she was told that they were husband and wife and had a "daughter".

These days, he has been very careful and sincere, and can feel it if he is blind.

It seems that he really loves her. Sometimes when he wakes up at night, he can immediately notice it, kissing her forehead, coaxing her like a child.

Song Ru, I can see that Sheng Congsu is not a talkative or ostentatious person. Most of the time, he is always silent and expressionless, but his narrow eyes always show a hint of tenderness when they see her, and even smile when they see her.

Song Ru, I was stunned for a few seconds, and finally let go of Sheng Congsu's hand. She expressed her intention very clearly and clearly: "Sheng Qi, let's get a divorce."

Sheng Cong Su calmed down for a moment, and then asked, "Why do you think so?"

Song Ru, I turned my face, my eyes became redder and almost burst into tears. Her low tone arrived at Sheng Congsu along with the winter sunshine that rushed in from the morning window.

"I don't want to implicate you anymore. If you have such good conditions, there should be many 'female' children who like it. Sheng Yang is still young now, and I just hope that your future wife can treat her well."

"You will live a hundred years old, and I know that my deadline is here."

Her tears finally fell and slid down from her cheeks like a pearl.

After Sheng Congsu's long silence, the last thing that left behind was sadness and embarrassment in his heart.

Look, this couple is so loving, just like countless families in distress, just like TV news, the wife takes the initiative to file for her husband.

But Sheng Congsu's heart had countless voices emerging, and these voices were woven into his mind. These sad warmth and love were born in the soil of deception and concealment.

Sheng Qi, you are just a liar who takes advantage of other people's illnesses.

A liar, can you deceive yourself?

Song Ru, I couldn't get Sheng Congsu's answer, and finally turned my head. She opened her red eyes and said to Sheng Congsu in a tone of discussion and slight prayer: "Let's divorce, okay?"

Sheng Congsu quickly stood up, shook his feet, and left in a hurry: "Don't think about it indiscriminately."

Later, the old aunt came up to bring breakfast, helped Song Ru to get up and wash up, and pushed her to the audio-visual room on the second floor to pass the time. Sheng Congsu stayed in the study.

I have known him and Song Ru for nearly ten years. She fled him countless times because she hated him. Only this time did she leave him because of pity.

Sheng Congsu couldn't be happy. At noon, he received a call from the leader of the expert group asking him about the time for the convenient operation. The conservative treatment was because he had not come up with a relatively ideal plan, and Song Ru was in a bad state. However, the blood clots that compressed the nerves in the cranial brain must be removed, otherwise Song Ru's life would not last long.

The position of the blood clot is not good. The leader means that he will have to undergo about two craniotomy operations. Finally, he told me that he should be fully prepared. Should he fight his life or wait for death? The doctor asked Sheng Congsu to make a decision.

Not long ago, Song Ru, I asked him: "Do you regret it?"

Sheng Congsu remembers that he said he did not regret it at that time, and Song Ru, my sarcastic and cold laughter were still in my ears. But now, he regrets it.

The young girl in the countryside with a smile and lowered her eyebrows is the moon in the water. He stood on the shore and insisted on picking it off. How could it be? After the river was sucked, the moon would disappear.

Song Ru, am I still the gentle, peaceful and calm little girl many years ago? She is not. She is full of hatred now, but in the end she forgets everything and feels distressed for his enemy.

It was such a humiliation. He Sheng Qi gave her this humiliation.

And now, he still has to decide whether she lives or not. She is less than thirty years old and will waste all her life like this.

Sheng Congsu was in the best position, the golden sunshine shone on him, and the villa area finally cleared, and the sky seemed to have just washed, with a blue blue area.

His heart aches, his eyes were slightly red, and a tear fell.

"Let me think about it." Sheng Congsu said to the phone.

"You need to be as soon as possible, and the operation time cannot be delayed."

"I see."

Sheng Congsu, who hung up the phone, went to the audio-visual studio. Song Ru, I was lying on the sofa to watch a movie. She was not interested in the movie, and she couldn't laugh at the plot of the comedy movie. At the end of the movie, the subtitles were released, and she was still a little dazed, just sighing.

Sheng Congsu walked over and stood by the cabinet to choose a movie for her. The old butler always liked to be organized, and movies were divided into "doors" categories and each grid was divided into different styles and types.

In the dim room, there was only the light on the movie projector. Sheng Congsu's broad back shadows, and Song Ru, I looked at him carefully and even squatted aside, and smiled bitterly.

"Switch on the lights. I don't want to watch it anymore. It should be until dinner time? Let's go down."

Sheng Congsu stopped his hand while flipping the DVD, nodded and said, "Okay." He came over and hugged Song Ru in his arms, then hugged her in a wheelchair with familiarity, then pushed her to the stairs, and then hugged her in his arms.

His calm heartbeat, steady pace, and cautious posture, but he no longer mentioned the "divorce".

The two of them were having dinner. Song Ru, I looked at the table of dishes and the long dining table, thought for a while and said to the butler, "Please bring the dishes to the small table in the side hall."

She smiled and said to Sheng Congsu: "Don't be so far away from eating, I want to talk to you."

"good."

In the past decade, Song Ru, I picked up food for Sheng Congsu for the second time. The first time I met was when I first met, she did not hate him and treated him as a friend. It has been so many years, but it is still like yesterday.

"Did the doctor call today?"

Sheng Congsu took a bite of the meal and nodded: "Here you come."

"Do you have surgery." Song Ru, I took a sip of the soup, as if it was something extremely common. She smiled and said to Sheng Congsu, "It's better to have a try now."

She asked again: "What is the probability?"

Sheng Congsu's hand holding the chopsticks was shaking slightly. He didn't look at Song Ru, so he turned to take a spoon to serve the soup.

"twenty."

Song Ru, I nodded and said only one word: "Okay."

The author has something to say: Everyone says it is torture or not. Anyway, the author thinks that this article is the most abused after writing so many articles...
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